She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
I swear, I get a new friend invite every other day, but only one in 20 of them isn't whale-bait.That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
No because 95% of all girls are insucure and prob wont add to itFrancisco d'Anconia said:
Yeah that's what I'm doing now. I just get this constant stream of oinkers trying to holler at me. Every time I get a message from one, I just want to send them something back that says, "J00 fat. Go 'way."Bonhomme said:
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
If chicks look at your photo and think "my god, he's HOT," then this is cool. If you're an average-looking guy though and have THAT in your profile, they'll find it to be exceedingly lame. Also, get rid of the shrek / fat chick reference. It makes you look like someone with low standards. High-status guys have DOZENS of 'disqualifying factors' and if you list just one and particularly that one, what that communicates is: "i'm not too picky, as long as they're not obese or something...". I don't mean to sound critical, but that's just what chicks will think when they see that stuffShezz said:
If you want something cool to put in under "what i look for in a woman," try "uniqueness" or "passion" or something along those lines that'll make a girl wonder "wait, do *I* have this? I wonder if he thinks i do!" For occupations, if you wanna do something playful, try Taco Bell VP of Burrito Inspection, Lemonade Stand CEO (this is what i'm using haha), Male Escort (105% off today!), etc. Even though they're stuffed with fluff?Vulpine said:
Yeah, but give me fit and insecure over fat and insecure anyday!Tomatoes said:No because 95% of all girls are insucure and prob wont add to it
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Dude, I've heard that dogs will worship anything too as long as its covered in peanut butter; what's the difference?Driven2Succeed said:
Do a field test. Make the most oulandish profile you can like you are the Pickiest ******* in the world. See how many replies you get over the next few days. Then put up your old profile and see how many you get. Then compare.squirrels said:...on my MySpace profile would deter the hot ones from trying to talk to me, because I seem "shallow" or "mean"?
It's already being done in another thread and the replies are being posted.Call_Me_Daddy said:
Where?Francisco d'Anconia said:
How so?Analytic said:
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.